Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.